Transform your recruiting with the Waddling Goose Technique™
By
Gary Tetz
Jan 25, 2018
At the risk of shameless self-promotion, I’m quite sure I’ve just solved one of the great challenges facing long-term care providers — hiring the right frontline caregivers.
Sentenced to a nursing home
By
Gary Tetz
Apr 29, 2014
Here’s an innovative new way, and maybe the only one you haven’t already tried, to make sure more people visit your lonely nursing home residents. Sentence them to do it.
Life after floss
By
Gary Tetz
Aug 11, 2016
So, now we learn that flossing is probably useless. It’s not even recommended anymore. The government said so.
If this is your sole motivation, it’s not worth it
By
Gary Tetz
Jan 10, 2019
Yikes. That’s about all I can think to say here at the start of 2019 in long-term care.
Would you rather have snakes?
By
Gary Tetz
May 31, 2018
You might think you have problems in your long-term care facility. But ask yourself just one question: Would I rather have snakes?
Whatever you’re doing to fight long-term care stress, stop it
By
Gary Tetz
Apr 07, 2022
With another possible COVID-19 wave on the way, and the Biden brain trust still eager to “wallop” the profession, long-term care people have plenty of reasons to continue aggressively seeking stress...
Tickle me, Earmo
By
Gary Tetz
Sep 19, 2019
Resist the urge to rush outside and attach jumper cables to your earlobes — for now.
The power of the pants
By
Gary Tetz
Sep 21, 2017
Like any sensible facility marketing director does, I desperately want opportunities to attract attention. Recently, after considering every available option, I identified what I felt was a sure-fire way...
Small talk and FEMA camps
By
Gary Tetz
Feb 25, 2016
It’s getting harder and harder to talk to strangers on planes, now that advancing technology has rudely stripped a primary conversation starter away from all of us who are shy travelers.
Passing the stress test
By
Gary Tetz
Mar 13, 2014
First came the razor, deforesting small circles on my expansive torso. Then came the electrodes, streaming off my chest like ribbons from a departing ocean liner. I wasn’t sure if I was being prepped...